Sex, drugs, and insanity have always worked for me, but I wouldn't recommend them for everyone.
I need beaches, and blackness, and moonlit nakedness.
Bush is a natural-born loser with a filthy-rich daddy who pimped his son out to rich oil-mongers. He hates music, football and sex, in no particular order, and he is no fun at all.
We must have football. What would this country be without football in October?
Call on God, but row away from the rocks.
Good news is rare these days, and every glittering ounce of it should be cherished and hoarded and worshipped and fondled like a priceless diamond.